Classic Poem

Come , let us sing to human worth,
'Tis big hearts that we cherish,
For they're the glory of the earth
And never wholly perish.
All Nature loves the good and brave,
And show'rs her gifts upon them;
She hates the tyrant and the slave,
For manhood's stamp's not on them.

Thine eye shall be the index true
Of what thy soul conceiveth;
Thy words shall utter firm and few
The things thy heart believeth;
Thy voice shall have the ring of steel;
The good and brave will own thee;
Where'er thou art each heart shall feel
That manhood's stamp is on thee.

And if stern duties are assign'd,
And no one near to love thee,
Be resolute, nor look behind —
The heav'ns are still above thee.
And follow Truth where'er she leads,
Tho' bigots frown upon thee;
Thy witnesses will be thy deeds,
If manhood's stamp is on thee.

Let hope around thy heart entwine,
Thy loadstars love and duty,
And ev'ry word and deed of thine
Will be embalm'd in beauty;
And goodness from her highest throne
Will blessings pour upon thee;
Thee Nature's soul will love to own,
If manhood's stamp is on thee.